Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1887-05-26

Speaking of the soul reminds me OF the
body" she cheerfully added. Come,
supper is ready"
Time moved slowly and darby. like
. frightening shadow. One morning.
while looking over a newspaper printed
in distant city, Laura found the fol.
lowing The once beautiful Laura
Blythe, the pride of Southern society,
is now the wife of an Italian fanatic
who imagines that he can paint pic
lures, 1t is said that he has dragged
her down TO a poverty and wretched-
ness that Is fast breaking her heart"
She threw the paper down and burst
into tears Anzeli came home, almost
joyous in the entertainment of some
new prospect, but she shuddered and
turned away from him.
..Are You illa'' he asked.
81 am every thing that is miserable"
she replied.
HAS any thing gone wrongp" hs
asked.
'Is Indebtedness alwaps tiptoeing In
the expectancy of some new pangP
He muttered something about the
bright vision which he knew must soon
be presented to him. She did not re-
ply, and during long and dreary
evening, they remained silent The
leaves on the vine at the door were
turning yellow.
"Anzeli," she said. several days
later. Ibid Jackson take the Pieture2"
NO" he replied.
"Of course not. 1t is time we were
| oSiA IF fnnliShnoSS ~
''FoolishnessP" he gnsped.
eyes. foolishness. must have some
money"
"You shall have it, Laura The Wis
ion
Never mind the vision, Anzeli.
There has been too many visions and
not enough substances in this howell.
You can surely find some sort of en-
| ployment- Art may be ennobling, but
it is disgraceful to live this way
what am to do?" he sadly replied.
II know nothing of the business affairs
of men. can do nothing pu6 paint. :"
PAINT she repeated. He looked
up quickly, and then seemed to be en-.
deavoring to swallow something.
You can very easily turn your hand
to something else,'' she said.
you dom love me, Laura"
what, don't love you simply be-
cause 1 believe you are capable of max
ing living! Don't love you because ]
am human being enough to wish fol-
something better than this wretched
room! You delight in calling me an
angel, but do angels seek a dark and
wretched abode? Be sensible, Anzeli
1 must have money"
81 will bring you some money" he
replied. al have several pictures that
can SELL"
The next night, when he came home,
she met him at the door and asked il
he had brought the money.
81 did not succeed in selling tie pic
lures"
II knew it,
"But will bring you some money
tomorrow night
The old story, Anzeli.''
~ will bring some money tomorrow
night" he repeated.
A frost had fallen. The leaves on the
! vine at the door were black.
1t was late when he came home the
next night. She was sitting with her
arms resting on table, and did not
look up when he entered. Without
speaking, he advanced and from a small
bag emptied pile of gold upon the
table. She sprang to her feet and
threw her arms around his neck. "Oh,
Anzeli," she cried, II may have been
petulant. but 1 have never lost faith in
you. Won't you forgive me?'
81 have brought the money"
"Yes, dear. Oh. / know that they
could not much longer refuse to buy
your pictures. am so glad now that
you did not give up your noble profess
sion. How many pictures did you
sell?''
81 have brought the money" he SOL
emily repeated. She kissed him, and
with flutter of JOY sat down and
fondled the gold. II will buy ever so
many things" she unused. ''Let me
see how much we have. Three hundred
dollars" she exclaimed, when she had
counted the money. Anzeli! Where
did he go? You will find your supper
on the table," she called. Three hum
dred dollars" she repeated, again fond
ling the gold. 1.-THE wretch who has been
sending anonymous letters should
take a peep into my house next week.
What dear, patient man Anzeli is.
will go to him. Why. he hasn't eaten
n bite" she said, when she had gone
into the kitchen. She opened the back
door and called him. No answer. She
went around to the front door and
called. A dead vine fell at her feet
She called again and again. HE has
gone back to work." she said, but her
hand shook when she returned to the
sitting-room and began to fondle the
gold. The night wore away. She had